|chibirisuchan (chibirisuchan) wrote,|
@ 2005-09-25 11:32:00
When the Rains Come (short version - more in next post)
It was drizzling out, the kind of gray miserable day that made Sasuke furtively
glad of Neji's warm purring little gift, even if he'd never admit it aloud.
Mercifully, the kitten had outgrown its need to be dropper-fed at all hours,
but it was still far too adorable for Sasuke's dignity. So he only scooped
up the little warm ball of fluff and snuggled it when he was quite, quite
confident that he was alone. ...And that all the blinds were drawn, and Kakashi
wasn't among the ANBU on patrol to try to show up without warning, and Naruto
was buried under some paperwork-avalanche in the Hokage's Tower.
...It wasn't paranoia when psychotic snake-perverts and genocidal elder siblings
really were out to get a person, after all. The fact that he could
take advantage of that in order to hide his distressing addiction to kitten-snuggles
was just a beneficial coincidence.
The kitten had decided somewhere along the line that it liked high places.
The top of the refrigerator apparently put off enough warmth and vibration
to remind the kitten of its mother, and so Sasuke had put a fluffy scrap of
an old yellow blanket up there once, when he was equally sure nobody was looking,
and the kitten had enthusiastically decided that the refrigerator-blanket
There were some unforeseen consequenses of this, though. The blanket was
nearly the same vivid sunny gold as Naruto's hair. And the kitten liked stalking
and pouncing nearly as much as it liked high places. So every so often there
would be a tiny-but-enthusiastic 'mrowwr!' followed by a screech and several
clatters, bangs, and thuds, and then Naruto would stalk out of the kitchen
dripping whatever food he'd been trying to make and wearing a small and ferociously
tail-lashing hat on his way into the bathroom to clean up.
It was only fair to tease him mercilessly about this, since Naruto teased
Sasuke about his increasing girth all the time. Sasuke speculated at length about
Naruto's appreciation for having fluffy things with teeth attached to the
top of his head, whether kittens or ratty old sleeping caps, and whether Kyuubi
would agree with him that it showed a subconscious urge to have something
else of a generally fluffy-and-containing-teeth-shape around another head,
and by that time Naruto was generally tomato-colored and spluttering a mile
a minute and flailing around madly.
It usually bought him enough time to make a cup of tea, because Naruto knew
he couldn't simply pounce on him anymore, and verbal retorts never had been
the dobe's strong point, which left him in quite a wheel-spinning quandary,
much to Sasuke's satisfaction.
Naruto considered it profoundly unfair that the kitten never jumped on Sasuke's
head, just his shoulder, where the kitten proceeded to balance carefully and
look out at the world with bright curious little eyes. Sasuke never admitted
he'd trained the kitten out of jumping on his head by wearing another bit
of sunny-Naruto-fluff-mommy-blanket on his shoulder. There were some
advantages to being home on maternity leave with little to do beyond study
scrolls full of knowledge he wouldn't be able to apply for months, after all.
It had gotten so that the kitten didn't even need the encouragement of the
blanket anymore, though; when Sasuke opened the kitchen door and bent a bit
to peer in, that provided more of a landing-pad than usual, and so he wasn't
really surprised to feel a soft thump between his shoulderblades, followed
by some scrambling as the kitten found its balance again. Sasuke felt a smile
tugging at the corner of his lips, and fought it back ferociously, because
he was walking around with far too many expressions on his face already and
he wanted fewer bad habits to have to train himself out of when he could begin
And the fact that he had a kitten toddling on his shoulder had nothing whatsoever
to do with the fact that he picked out a container of blueberry yogurt. Or
that, once done stirring with a spoon, he somehow managed to get a bit of
yogurt on his finger, or that his finger somehow found its way toward his
Unlike some people in the house, the kitten had no reservations at all about
loudly and enthusiastically expressing how much it loved yogurt. Its
little pink tongue tried to rasp his skin right off along with the yogurt
drips, and so Sasuke had to put more yogurt on his
finger from simple self-defense really.
...From the sheer volume of the purr rumbling away by his ear, Sasuke sometimes
wondered if Neji had gotten this one's motor out of a full-sized panther instead,
and conveniently forgotten to mention that detail.
ETA: For the entirety of the first piece, click here...